It Slips Backwards  

Come in, come in
you seat me next to the kitchen window
I watch you slump and divide
like something I know, I know
broken down the middle like silence
or two halves of the moon
or split-spoke wheels spinning backward
the night I astral hydroplaned your Droptail  
you called it ritual sacrifice
at the villa in Corfu your best man-to-be
drew me in the grand hall 
adrift in haze til I woke you
til I folded down like silk 
the gun up to his jaw damned in a trance,
a stranger, the naked blue-veined place, 
eyes turned backward like classroom clocks
the same ruined scene I draw by memory
it comes to my door with no place to go
clocking the miles and making me pay 
hold still, nobody else 
just a shape and a shape how I know 
what this is, I know what this is
the usual miracle.